Chapter VIII : Bizadra Da

6 Hours Ago.

Synopsis

Enchantima was established as the capital city of the wizards after the attack of the dragons. Also, it was built using the destroyed remains of various elemental golems. Golems, the inanimate creatures brought to life by special rune casters.

Most of the details of the war and everything with it was lost when it was decided that the dragons shall stay in the North while everyone minds their own business. Hence the majority of Hog Riders, Valkyrie and Pekkas took the West,East and South regions. While the other species sparsely populated everywhere.

Does anybody other than the Dragons reside in the North? Not true. There are possibilities of people living up there, with those frightful creatures as loyal subjects or slaves. But, that story is for another day, another time.

The dark wizards, generally called warlocks as they don't like the word wizard associated with them, are sorcerers who practice pure dark magic with the dark elixir, the purest form of the normal pink elixir. Recently they had achieved a great feat by developing spells made from this black liquid.

Ragnarok, the warlock city. The only city for warlocks was also created at the same time around when Enchantima did. Rumors were that a fellow wizard of Enchantima's Red Council was the brains behind Ragnarok. But what happened to him was a mystery, as what the warlocks ever do is also a mystery.

When Silvexor went mad, it was due to the special seeds a certain goblin had been planting around all over Enchantima's outer walls. This certain goblin, was now somewhere adrift in the great ocean.

What were the seeds? They were special flower bombs set to detonate in a few hours, releasing the poisonous purple gas called the 'Purple Mist' by the warlocks. They would then spread all over Enchantima from all corners, corrupting every sane mind that was in there at the moment.

The Moment.

The guards at the walls shut the inner gates which were spell controlled, specifically by each wizard that guarded there. This meant that no one could enter or leave the city walls. It was an unofficial lockdown.

Common villagers starting dragging each other out of their homes and beat up till all left was elixir on the ground and souls wandering everywhere. What was more dangerous were the now corrupted wizards that dealt massive area damage, hitting not just the other wizard, but even the other villagers that fought around.

Houses burned, walls fell. Hell broke loose as the society collapsed in chaos.

The Red Colony, faced much worse fate. The Clash nation's powerful wizards were gathered here, making this a destructive battlefield.

Thankfully, the other wardens were too scared on witnessing the mist taking over others. They had already created a barrier of various spells in the council room where they hid, looking over the windows as the grand warden dealt final blows to everything around him.

Nearby, where the golem Exor Rye was seen a minute ago, vanished with a bright flash of blue light.

After all was burnt to kingdom come, only two wizards remained. Silvexor and Azazel.

Both struck lightning at each other, used all the powerful spells they every learnt but neither gave up. The mist seemed to have powered them up along with making them mad men. Both, at the same time, struggled to keep their sanity. They always held back their power while using spells, but the weaker wizards couldn't survive them, provided others were still hell bent on beating everyone.

Another bright bolt of lighting struck Azazel, which threw him off his feet this time. "Huff, Silvex..." he was bare breathing. He used a nearby tree trunk as support to get up. "Fight it! huff, don't let it take over!" BOOM!

Silvexor shot a concentrated energy bolt towards Azazel, but he managed to deliberately miss him and hit the ground few metres before. The resulting blast threw Azazel further below, somewhere with a lot of trees as cover.

After this attack, Silvexor froze. He used a paralyzing spell on himself, hoping the struggle inside his brain with the mist would sooner or later drain his energy, making him unconscious. Tears flooded his cheeks, he couldn't save the city his father had entrusted him with. He stood there motionless, looking up at the sky, waiting to pass out...

Now.

Silvexor's limp body was covered with debris. The other wardens were still looking everything from the council room, now petrified at the sight of another unusual stranger.

The green colored goblin scratched his beard and gave a pitiful look at Rhyzok. "Prime Minister" Rhyzok jumps on hearing his voice. "...I believe you were here to conquer something, does indulging in magic duels is also a part of it?"

"Y..your majesty!" Rhyzok was down on his knees.

"How many times should i say, address me as Lord Grufus. I am nothing compared to Zero for a 'majesty' you get that?" Grufus said.

Rhyzok struggled standing up on his own. "Pathetic, go get the grand warden and lock him with the white. Your mist has damaged their brains already. Hope they can still be used."

"So this is all that is left of the powerful wizards?" Grufus asked. "Yes, but there's a possibility of one lone wizard, he is heading this way." Rhyzok said.

"How long?"

"It will take less than 2 days, i guess."

Grufus remained silent for a while, then turned his head north. "I sense some wizards up there in the buildings."

"Sense, my lord?" Rhyzok hated addressing the goblin with respect. But he couldn't rival a king's power now, could he?

"Our king gifted me with the knowledge of controlling 'Kings Aura' the power you feel around the kings is their aura concentrating around them, making the atmosphere unbearable for the weak."

Rhyzok did feel a bit uncomfortable standing close to him, he wondered how much of this 'aura' was he really holding back. Suddenly the pressure around him increased, he looked up at Grufus, who, was staring so hard at a high wall that could just blast it into smithereens.

As a matter of fact, the very moment the wall broke down.

But it wasn't the Goblin King's doing. When the began to settle, before him lay a super giant's head, face down in the ground with its arms spread wide apart. What alerted him earlier was not the fast approaching super giant, but those who were riding on him.

There was a flash of pink light somewhere on the fallen supergiant's back. Next thing, the goblin king was getting hit by fast spinning boulders, left and right and center!

Furious on getting caught off guard, he intensified his aura which now grew thicker and greener. His body enveloped by a thick green light around him. The boulders bounced back from the green aura, with black burnt marks leaving at the area of contact.

The boulders slowed down and all joined back up. It was Exor.

"I appreciate your attack style, golem. But how did you get, faster?" Grufus changes his stance. He pulls one leg back and his hands at the side. His nails grew bigger and sharper. He gave a low growl.

"Oye!"

The goblin's eyes turned to the voice, without move his head.

A red cloak flutters and falls on the goblin's face.

Silence.

Rhyzok was too injured to fight. He helplessly looked on as another battle unfolded on the ruins of the red colony.

'THUMMMMMMPPPP!'

Every thing slows down. Exor's new wizard friend had already impressed him by taking down the supergiant and accelerating their approach to Enchantima in minutes.

And now this.

The goblin for starters, was a king or could be considered someone with power enough to be king. Exor could already see that, as per the description given by the masked wizard.

What impressed him was how the wizard managed to pull such a punch, with a combination of some spell he didn't know and land it on the green abomination's face fair and square. As long he remembered, the giant's crash had knocked him out. How did he cook up a spell so quickly was amazing.

The goblin king is sent sliding on the ground metres away! Crashing into walls, houses, trees and whatnot. The king felt pain, yes. A lot of pain but it didn't injure him. This was humiliating, very, very shameful.

Rhyzok's gaping mouth was a sight to behold. Exor chuckled, the other wizard pulls down his mask.

Now it was the golem's turn to drop his jaw.

"Ddd...D..da, Da! Daruis!" Rhyzok was the first to speak.

"Pffft" the wizard smirked. "Man, you forgot? The name's Da, Bizadra Da!"

Exor's jaw literally dropped on the ground.

Ryhzok pulled at his hair, jumping around angrily. "Why! Why of all people YOU?!" he yelled.

"Tis a long story, my friend." Bizadra said, imitating in a Russian accent.

Exor had enough of everything.

to be continued

NEXT CHAPTER - Its a flashback! Too many characters, right? Therefore i will shed some light on our new arrival, Bizadra Da!